Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1337

"Deal. Don't forget your end of the bargain."

"I won't visit your set. I gave you my word."

Yolanda immediately tacked on, "And it's not just the set. If we run into each other at industry events, kindly pretend you don't know me. Thanks."

Cassius was rendered speechless.

Was he truly that humiliating to be seen with?

Meanwhile, back at the hospital.

Shortly after Yolanda and Cassius left, Lizetta couldn't help but look at Remington.

"What exactly is Cassius trying to do?"

Lizetta knew they hadn't spoken since their messy breakup.

It had clearly been over, so seeing Cassius pop back up out of nowhere, harassing Yolanda like a madman, was deeply unsettling.

Remington was sitting by the bed where Joy had finally drifted off to sleep. Noticing the boy's collar was a little tight, he gently unfastened the top two buttons before keeping his voice low.

"He genuinely cares for her. Let them figure out their own relationship; you shouldn't intervene."

Lizetta bristled. "He 'genuinely cares'? Oh, please. Does my Yolanda not deserve total, absolute devotion? Why should she settle for whatever scraps of effort he's willing to give? Does he think he's royalty?"

Seeing her temper flare, Remington immediately realized he was in danger of catching the crossfire.

Remington quickly pivoted. "You're absolutely right. I think the guy's an idiot too! He's clearly in love, regretting the breakup, and trying to win her back, but he still refuses to swallow his masculine pride. He should be learning from me—giving a hundred and twenty percent to pursue, cherish, and spoil his wife. Cassius is a lost cause."

A rush of electricity coursed through Lizetta. The man had become terrifyingly good at dropping romantic lines, and it was melting her defenses entirely.

At this rate, she suspected that the next time he proposed getting remarried, she might just say yes without hesitation.

She pulled her hand back. "I don't know about devotion, but I do know you're running a fever, Mr. Dashiell."

His body heat was radiating much too strongly. Lizetta pressed the back of her hand against his forehead, confirming he was indeed running a low-grade fever.

"I'll go get the doctor."

She tried to slide off his lap, but Remington kept his arms locked around her waist. He pressed his feverish forehead against hers.

"I've got injuries; a slight fever is perfectly normal. Don't panic. Joy's mom, shouldn't we discuss adding him to a family registry?"